Lantern Fic

Chapter 10

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Henry Scott-Halland

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He quickly just pulled down the boxers, IMMEDIATELY GETTING SMACKED IN THE FACE WITH A ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FOOT LONG DICK. CRESS'S FRAIL BODY FLUNG CROSSED THE ROOM, SMACKING THE WALL.CRESS'S BODY SLAMMED INTO THE WALL, HIS BACK BROKE. INTENSELY HE STARTED TO CRY, CARL DID NOTHING. STILL IN SHOCK HIS MASSIVE DICK JUST KILLED HIS BOYFRIEND. CARL THEN RAN TO HIS ASIAN BOI. WITHIN SEEING HIS SMALL DEAD BODY HIS MIND WAS THEN CLOUDED WITH LUST. HE HOISTED HIS DEAD BOYFRIEND INTO THE AIR, HIS BODY WAS BLOODY, BONES STICKING OUT. HIS BODY FLAILED LIKE A RAG DOLL, CARL STILL DIDNT MIND. THIS TIME HE WOULDNT HE SCREAMING FOR CARL TO STOP. SO CARL SLOWLY INSERTED HIMSELF INSIDE THE DEAD MALE, HE MOANED LOUDLY AS THE WARMTH FROM THE LIT LANTERN STILL HAUNTED HIS ASSHOLE. CARL STARTED TO HAVE SECOND THOUGHTS, THIS WAS HIS BOYFRIEND. WAS. CARL DECIDED 'FUCK THOSE THOUGHTS' AND PUSHED ROUGHLY INTO CRESS. HE MOANED LOUDLY BASICALLY SCREAMING FROM THE PLEASURE, HE PUSHED HARDER. HE FELT AS IF SOMETHING WAS WRONG, BEFORE HE COULD PULL HIMSELF OUT HE HEARD A RIPPING NOISE. HE LOOKED UP AND SAW THE TIP OF HIS DICK PUSHED OUTSIDE OF CRESS, BLOOD COVERED IT. ORGANS STRUNG LIGHTLY AGAINST IT. HE WAS SLIGHTLY AROUSED. ONCE AGAIN HE PUSHED THE THOUGHTS OF DEATH AND FILLED HIS MIND WITH LUST. HE PUSHED FARTHER FARTHER AND UNTIL THE DICK PUSHED INTO THE ROOF. BREAKING AGAINST THE WOODEN ROOF, SPLINTERS PUSHED INTO HIS NOW FULLY ERECT DICK. WITHIN SECONDS OF HIM PULLING OUT HE HEARD A CRY FILL THE AIR. HE LOOKED DOWN TO SEE HIS NOW ALIVE BOYFRIEND. HIS AMAZING DICK BROUGHT HIS BOYFRIEND BACK TO LIFE. CRESS MOTIONED HIM TO COME HUG HIM, AS ALL HIS ORGANS WERE SPRUNG OUT STILL. SO HE WOULDNT HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT. CARL RAN TO HIS BOYFRIEND, ENGULFING HIM INTO A HUG. WITHIN MILESECONDS OF THEM TOUCHING CRESS FELL LIMP. CARL FELT REALITY SETTLE IN. HE FUCKING KILLED HIS BOYFRIEND, SO WHILE NOBODY WAS THERE HE SILENTLY CRIED OVER HIS NOW DEAD BOYFRIEND. KNOWING HE WAS THE MURDERER.